I’d been lost in the blissful afterglow of good sex, and so it took me a few seconds to realize what was going on with her. Usually, after a hard fuck like the one I’d just treated her to, my baby would be fast asleep in seconds. Not tonight, though, tonight she was lying awake staring into the dark, fighting her own private demons on her own.
I pulled her into my arms and was about to force her to tell me once and for all just what the hell was going on with her, but then she buried her face in my neck and started to cry. She broke my fucking heart with those tears, but I knew she wouldn’t tell me what I needed to know if I asked. Her mind was too consumed with fear, a fear that I obviously couldn’t break through, and which I was now sure more than ever had something to do with her protecting me.
You see, while I was making love to her this last time, I opened myself up to her though she didn’t know it. I let myself feel and see everything, and I know that my wife has never stopped loving me. Her touch, the way she moved, the way she accepted me into her body all told the tale. But what did it for me more than anything else is the way she reacted when I whispered the words, ‘give me another child’ in her ear.
No pussy gets that wet no heart accelerates the way hers did if she’s not there with me one hundred percent. I’m fully aware that my words alone might tickle some women’s fancy, sure, but it wouldn’t have made her heart beat out of time like hers did. It wouldn’t make her hold onto me as if she’d never let me go or search out my lips with hers to consume me in a heated kiss. And it damn sure wouldn’t have put a sheen of tears in her eyes.
If her mother had, in fact, threatened me to get her to leave, I’m going to make her suffer in ways she could never have imagined. But my anger isn’t going to make this one feel any better, so I battled it back and turned my focus to fighting her inner demons for her this time. Soothing words turned to gentle touches, which soon became whispers of comfort and reassurance.
I was a tad bit surprised at the aggression she showed when she rolled over onto my chest, pushing me to my back in the process. I didn’t resist when she mashed her lips against mine forcefully and when she reached down between us and found my dick, stuffing it up inside her, I let her have her way.
I doubt she realized that she was crying all the way or heard the sounds of frustration she made as she tried to fuck herself into oblivion. I held onto her and let her use me to chase away whatever was going on in her head and held her against my chest when she’d exhausted herself. “You done?” I wasn’t expecting an answer, didn’t give her time to give one if she were so inclined.
Instead, I cupped the back of her head carefully and put her on her back beneath me, raised her legs around my hips, and fucked her into the bed like I own her. She damn near ripped the skin off my back, and I had to swallow her screams when I counteracted by pounding into her harder, faster, deeper, but she kept throwing that pussy up at me hard.
I gave some thought to the fact that she might bruise, but instead of pulling back or slowing down, I sunk my teeth into her neck and sucked, marking her for all the world to see. When I came in her this time, I didn’t have the strength to make a peep, but if she doesn’t know what I’m trying to do by fucking her this hard, then she’s not as smart as I give her credit for.
I didn’t pull out just twisted my body to ease some of my weight off of her. I was enjoying the feel of her pussy’s aftermath too much to leave the warm cocoon of her body. Besides, my cock hadn’t finished dripping cum inside her yet, and I needed her to take it all so that it could do the most good in there.
When I figured it was too much, that I was crushing her into the bed for long enough, I kissed her neck and rolled to my back, taking her with me. She cuddled into my chest like a little kitten, the way she used to before, and I found my first real smile since she came home.